His iPod was playing the song for the 50th time since morning. He started wondering what is it that is so strange about the old romantic songs that it always reminds him of Chitra, each time like never before. This was not the first time he was listening to this song, yet it is appearing to be so fresh and lovely than never before.

FUCK!!… It was an outburst of the frustration coming out for the nth time ever since I began to peddle this morning. Just like a shadow of disappointment that is gonna spread over the whole day, it came out for the first time early in the morning when the lazy ass-hole Samyak messaged that he will not be joining as the bloody scotch he had overnight has still got his body numbed and eyes sleepy. I was already on my gear and 2kms past my house. The pact we made the previous night was clear that he will go home and sleep. However it was foolish of me to believe that he would sleep a peaceful night on a Friday despite knowing the fact that he had just refilled his bar with all color of labels from Goa. Giving up, being not my style of commitment, I decided to carry on on my own, all alone to the most terrifying trail out of my city.